Now: I’ve aged 20 years in four months; I’m dramatic and moody, swinging the pendulum from narcissism to panic.
What was I writing about in the first place?
Back to Basics
Once I finish bemoaning the fact that I’m the broken instrument chosen to for this Christian-Hindu interfaith marriage story, I discover the center again: God.
The one, holy, merciful God who brought Fred and me together on this remarkable path that has strengthened our individual and collective religious journeys. I am called to share the message of how and why this marriage works, when it falls apart, and what keeps it together.
This is Saffron Cross, the Christian-Hindu interfaith marriage journey. Monkey poo and all.